This is a song about "Clean version of john dickinson rap"

Another version of themselves but not me

It's a battlejust for tha big money

He cant win he's the version of a crack baby drivin a broken down suburban

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Don's nothing but a vermin versing my version of wording

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Fresh to death, swallow bleach, wine glass of mr. clean