This is a song about "John buchanan"

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

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

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Did the best i could, raised in insanity