This is a song about "John f"

So why the f should i be in his

Uppity bitches, handling business

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

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

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing