This is a song about "Billy john jones"

He's a mixture of mathers, jones, and lamont coleman,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

Like curses on the radio

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city