This is a song about "Fuck the pope"

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Call on one of your girls

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I know i'm not a pope or a puritan

Always knew where the pot was

Where the fuck the chorus

This is ace, wolf is in the back with travis snortin' coke

From osama, obama and the vatican pope

I decided to fuck the chorus

She can make a pimp fall in love

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

With your problems little dick i aint the pope

Fuck the dea and fuck the feds

A coward dies a thousand deaths