This is a song about "Temple wlidcats"

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

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

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

His presence detrimental, my mind is now his temple.

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

12 year old books going through your fuckin temple

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

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

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Stained like inc not pencil, hit me hard in the temple, different it was sentimental,

At least i can use my rhymes as a vessel to connect folks on my mental level

Puts that gun to his temple

Never wrong at any level

My rhymes from the temple

Yes bitch, that's a presidential