This is a song about "Fuck the pope"

That the pope, ain't gonna make anything fair, you just beter beware

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

If i sent my dad letters

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

You pay your favorite stripper car note

They all require more attention than a pope,

Convertibles with turbo jets

Fuck the dea and fuck the feds

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Fuck all the blacks and fuck all the motherfuckin whites

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

But memories make me say what the fuck?!

With your problems little dick i aint the pope

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke