This is a song about "John cenz"

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,

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

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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