This is a song about "Your body is the temple of the lord"

And the world is my church, and i'm the fucking lord almighty,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

As i'm dumping your body over the back of my yacht.

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

The house of the lord, for not a spouse but a sword

Dig down a hole throw the rest of your body in it

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

You say prasie the lord

All you need is your passport

You can't get at me, i'm like helm's deep in lord of the rings.

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

With parts of their body through the mail

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail