This is a song about "Moelested by popes"

And look at the motherfucking popes, they virulent racists,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

That's the window into the sky

Ur body lookin when i walk by

Known by notoriety.

I’m tryna be low key

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Musician by heart , instrumentalist by nature

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Song and lyrics by watsky. covered by me.

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

She commited suicide by

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

Waving goodbye when the clouds roll by