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

The lord from heaven is carrying me right now.

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Praise to the heavenly lord.

Basketball is my favorite sport

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

I'm mental, it's instrumental

My rhymes from the temple

Fresh out the airport

You say prasie the lord

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Fill up the body full of crosses

Never tame to any part of the body/

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free