This is a song about "Temple"

You aint got permission to dodge this collusion, beat you again call it a special

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

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

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

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

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

My mind my temple, but i dont treat it gentle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

With temple in you mind its big homie canvaz teaching you the blessings

Money’s on the mental, my efforts monumental

Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

No sequel iron at ya temple

Never wrong at any level

My rhymes from the temple