This is a song about "John booth"

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

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

Strange fruit, that's the truth, i spit it in the booth,

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

From a third world country to a star in the booth

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Trying to give them light and a message

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Chance is also on my list of rappers that ignite the booth

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes