This is a song about "Jeff theresa"

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

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

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

Puts that gun to his temple

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

With temple in you mind its big homie canvaz teaching you the blessings

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

As i light one for ill will

My rhymes from the temple

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

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

Ha, running rebel on another level

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple