This is a song about "Taco john s"

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

And i made it with that dope flow

I looked at her taco

Hit the club she drop it low

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

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