This is a song about "Blonde john"

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

With a blonde bride, tied the knot inside

Not only had the fiend died

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

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

While working on my mistakes

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch