This is a song about "The pope on lsd"

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Godly flow like the nice pope/ i'm quite dope

I know i'm not a pope or a puritan

When they here today what you say to them

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

From osama, obama and the vatican pope

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

' alright, already, the show goes on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Screw up the cup, i'm on

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Rap godliness the pope knows