This is a song about "John the gospel writer"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

You just a struggling writer that never sold

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Activist i'm a fighter i'm a writer

I’m the king of rock, there is none higher

You wanna make me mad? i'm a crime fighter line writer,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

The gospel or scoop the message let out of the coop

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Draw it up like mr.booth, pray to jesus that gospel truth/

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel),