This is a song about "John gotti"

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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

I'ma son you, no irv gotti

To cali, to cali

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

She probably had a reason though

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep