This is a song about "John the gospel writer"

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

Inhale my color purple

Cause his girth spreads the gospel

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

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

World play? shit, bust out the type writer

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Put expressions in their music and create the face

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

The gospel or scoop the message let out of the coop

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute