This is a song about "Being paranoid of john jess and cooked on the meth"

But you the one on crystal meth, bitch my rhymes are limitless

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Like the idea of miley's bear being "cute and cuddly".

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

Find me on the block being part of a statistic.

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

To the sound of you being gagged and bound

I'm tired of being on the bench wanna be a starter

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

I glide with peace the essence of heaven is cooked up meat

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon