This is a song about "Pope urban ii"

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

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

It's the part ii repetition, murder with guided precision

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

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

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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

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