This is a song about "Pope urban"

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Urban inner-city ghettoes, where you've never got a minute,

New canvas she need a new stroke

Imma bless this crap, all my shit pope

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

#fish out of #water #slaughter #daughters like i'm #damian #pope

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

With your problems little dick i aint the pope

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

From osama, obama and the vatican pope

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Which turned cities into ghettoes with the urban plight,

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

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend