This is a song about "Temple of jones"

My mind my temple, but i dont treat it gentle

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

12 year old books going through your fuckin temple

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

I learned this bark ain't metal so while i go off and practice i'd better step on the pedal!

The instrumental, every time i'm in, i skip your lame level, when i step in my temple,

I feel your love reeling me n your temple surely caught me,

As i seenobody cares about my history

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes