This is a song about "John b watson"

"could of cost your life b"

Hopin' that my niggas see

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Its elementary my dear watson...such treachery

Rap is music with real substance b

And my kick game beyond crazy

Double m self made we forever rich

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.

Da real queen spellin b

We might be back in this baby