This is a song about "Temple of creation"

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

Edit words round to make a new rap creation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

12 year old books going through your fuckin temple

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

No dedication, they argue it's because schools don't teach creation, ken ham

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

His presence detrimental, my mind is now his temple.

Roll up and inhale, i live next to denzel

I'm mental, it's instrumental

My rhymes from the temple

Your own creation of madness crawls deep,

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat