This is a song about "Gay john"

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Little gay lookin' boy

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

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

I want to feel her in every way

But i - somehow, some way

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense