This is a song about "Papa john s pizza"

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

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

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Your papa your mama should tell you not to miss with me

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Papa set the beer down on the table and started to tear

Papa aren't you proud of me i got 5 mansions

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop