This is a song about "Killing the pope"

The quibble's irony killing me, free of hyperbole

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Rap godliness the pope knows

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

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

Starts with the killing of you

What preceded was the clue

And i got 'em every day, every day

Feeling dilla, never killing with the gun play.

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Killing the cypher twenty five to lifer

All the modern day rappers killing the beat,

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep