This is a song about "Billy john jones"

Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Obviously detective with it, got em jones in like barnaby

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Like curses on the radio

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

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

We came.. way too far pretty baby

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Me and billy got drunk, and shit, we really got into it,