This is a song about "Gay john"

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

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

Until i started to lose my way

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

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

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Little gay looking boy

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

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

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs