This is a song about "John babe"

If know whats good for ya babe

Give me dome, then let me skate

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

In fact 20 minutes before she died she said i love you babe.

Commitment no not really, and shawty don't be silly

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

See that babe on the cover of maxim (ya)

They claim it as their own, africa

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw