This is a song about "John brown"

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Beautiful are thou, africa