This is a song about "The pope on lsd"

And i ain't talkin clumsy, lsd on that shit

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

From osama, obama and the vatican pope

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

' alright, already, the show goes on

They all require more attention than a pope,

I'm the wonder woman, let me go get my rope

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I'm like psychotic marine on laced lsd

That the pope, ain't gonna make anything fair, you just beter beware

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

When i'm on it, on it like my job

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