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

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

Of course the lord is ignorin' your rhymes, i'll bet he got bored

You say prasie the lord

He appreciates your support

So godly the way i volley your body,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

The body count is the physical proof

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

I learned this bark ain't metal so while i go off and practice i'd better step on the pedal!

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

With parts of their body through the mail

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

Never tame to any part of the body/

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody