This is a song about "Blonde john"

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I’m a blonde dre, now gimme kanye’s glasses

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Vice versa, eyes blue and hair blonde from the meth i did,

With a blonde bride, tied the knot inside

I heard that statistic i almost cried

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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