This is a song about "Popes perspectiveon global warming"

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Rep misses a-u-g-a and now i'm going global/

I'm just warming up, so sit back and cease laughter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

Half the global wealth is split on one percent

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Got my niggas denying global warming

The lonely ocean sings and the wind sucks the warming air thin,

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And look at the motherfucking popes, they virulent racists,

And look at the motherfucking popes, they virulent racists,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips