This is a song about "The pope on lsd"

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

We got some lsd at santa cruz

' alright, already, the show goes on

When you took my hand up so calm

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

With your problems little dick i aint the pope

I don't fuck with that lsd/

Must be something you want me to see

The race war, when it's us against all of them

I know i'm not a pope or a puritan