This is a song about "John b"

First name dizzy last name b

Summertime in the city

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

But you just listen to whats supposed to be "cool" b.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Da real queen spellin b

I was wondering maybe

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Parking lot of the blue flame

Emcee m b, remember the name.

"could of cost your life b"

I’m a hustla, baby