This is a song about "John boy"

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

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

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

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

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

And the discography, somethin' you got to see