This is a song about "The gospel of john"

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

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

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

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

Jt: i'mma be the syrup, she can be my waffle