This is a song about "John gotti in the back"

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

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

In the back of my mind

By god, slow grind

The main freestyle king back in the building

I only got one rule, no kissing

Know that it’s god working

Explore who's back in the ring

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