This is a song about "John gregg"

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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