This is a song about "Seductive sex in an islamic temple"

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

Your the type of hater that ends up floatin 6ft deep at the bottom of a barrel

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

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

In the mood for sex they shit bricks when my dicks erect

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Convertibles with turbo jets

All the girls wanna have sex

And in love with her, lets have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

You all niggas ain't even on my level

No sequel iron at ya temple

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

Sinister seance, seductive symbolism