This is a song about "John lang"

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

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

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

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

We will never die, we are forever alive

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive