This is a song about "The pope"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Saw the bombs on the news

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

This is a joke. could rap bout dissin the pope/

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

They all require more attention than a pope,

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Speed up, patience, please cause

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Rap godliness the pope knows

Live from the lamont's rose