This is a song about "Abo ther mosque"

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Still the pain recites at it's own heights, heard from all levels of the house

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Get drunk and wobble to nearest house full of waffles,

As i light one for ill will

My rhymes from the temple

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

My mind my temple, but i dont treat it gentle

Well, um, there's a but

Take one wish to allah, yup

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense