This is a song about "Temple of creation"

Of these motherfuckers mentallity that they can keep up with my pad and my pencil

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

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

You all niggas ain't even on my level

You're uncool like my mother kin

This is my creation,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'll grab a frickin' pencil, swing it, and stab it in your temple,

His presence detrimental, my mind is now his temple.

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Edit words round to make a new rap creation

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Limitation to feed my creation,

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Puts that gun to his temple