This is a song about "Killing the pope"

Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

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

Not puckett but i hit it then i duck a bitch

Religion exists, just so the poor isn't killing the rich

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

The quibble's irony killing me, free of hyperbole

Renegades sent away for killing the beat

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Renegades sent away for killing the beat

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Godly flow like the nice pope/ i'm quite dope

Killing the cypher twenty five to lifer

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir