This is a song about "Temple of jones"

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Stained like inc not pencil, hit me hard in the temple, different it was sentimental,

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

12 year old books going through your fuckin temple

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

Rap temple custodian, i'm priest to meet you, you're elite too?

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

I express those strong thoughts from my mind, hits ya temple,

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level