This is a song about "Cchristian mitchell"

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

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

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

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

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

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