This is a song about "Temple drive"

My rhymes from the temple

Lady at the frank stand will

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

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

No i can't drive a car

And could i be a star

Nigga livin the life

I guess thats just central drive

I'll drive you over rappers insane

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

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

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple