This is a song about "A boy named johnny"

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Learned to hustle from a guy named mel

I got a friend named chris rent

Half your body laying on my chest

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Okay son be a good boy

I got a friend named chris rent

Beach on the weekend

Quarters, dimes, nickles and a hottie named penny

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Hot like spain, run by a guy named satan

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well