This is a song about "Pope urban"

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

They all require more attention than a pope,

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

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Imma bless this crap, all my shit pope

Ain't no women at the shows

Rap godliness the pope knows

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

To this day as he roams the urban maze we call la

Used to call me the african don dada