This is a song about "Popes climate change"

If we gonna change the world, first we gotta change,

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

Life wont matter or change

Said her hearts, in a cage

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

That i have the potential to change

And look at the motherfucking popes, they virulent racists,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

When i pull up in that candy range

But im never gona change

With foreign names, valet the range

That's why the world needs to change

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change