This is a song about "John gillis"

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

And i ain't trying to land

Gillis-grant, the people chant