This is a song about "The pope"

Saw the bombs on the news

Yeah, look here i pay dues

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

With your problems little dick i aint the pope

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Where the fuck the chorus

The way she walks and causes a fuss

They all require more attention than a pope,

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga