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

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

The main freestyle king back in the building

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

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

Try to jack and i will attack

Help me with something in the back

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Quiet in the back, daydream of metals,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

Cause what's done is in the past it ain't never coming back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack