This is a song about "Popes and kings"

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

That i kinda got a flow, like kings that came before

So if you wanna wild out and trade blows with kings like me,

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Guess the heat was too much, like the arse of the popes children choir

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

And look at the motherfucking popes, they virulent racists,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Gold letterman last kings killing shit

The dead society of a poet

And look at the motherfucking popes, they virulent racists,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Days of kings, they been gone

You just gotta be strong