This is a song about "Pope urban ii"

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Which turned cities into ghettoes with the urban plight,

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

Yo, this music’s disrespected by those who caused the urban flight,