This is a song about "Temple of doom"

So here is a mop and a bucket now go clean up the bathroom

It's all be over soon, and with a silver spoon you'll be meeting your doom.

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

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

So pretentious with no potential

No sequel iron at ya temple

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

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

Complex like my written and this instrumental, after this go ahead call me mental

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

As i light one for ill will

My rhymes from the temple

Shout out bobby on hundreds

And thank doom for his herbs/

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple