This is a song about "Temple of jones"

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Puts that gun to his temple

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

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

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

Seriously i read some of this shit and my temple lobes are pulsing,