This is a song about "John lang"

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

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

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

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

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 john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city