This is a song about "John lackey"

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one