This is a song about "Popes perspectiveon global warming"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Its global enslavement, they've taken over the nation

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

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

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

And look at the motherfucking popes, they virulent racists,

And look at the motherfucking popes, they virulent racists,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Got my niggas denying global warming