This is a song about "Hood pope"

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

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

I don't live in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I'm chillin' in this hood

Showed your lil' ass look

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

With your problems little dick i aint the pope

This is a joke. could rap bout dissin the pope/

Fuck "grey's anatomy" i'm getting sasha grey throat

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

This is like love, that you can never get