This is a song about "John the gospel writer"

Spreading that gospel sauce!

Alcohol and booty calls

I'm a first class writer,

I got more hoes than tiger

World play? shit, bust out the type writer

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Cause his girth spreads the gospel

Then landed on my throttle

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Every now and then i get the so called "writer block"

The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Dont mind dirting my hands as a writer, the pen is mighty i swear