This is a song about "Fuck the pope"

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

But memories make me say what the fuck?!

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Better yet they work my every nerve

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Singing my life with his words

U got fire? nope, ur skills about as alive as the pope/

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Don’t you be holding back, your love

I decided to fuck the chorus

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

With your problems little dick i aint the pope

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Because the government just does'nt give a fuck