This is a song about "Conor incest john"

And to be honest i fathered a lot of brothers in this motherfucker

Well, then call me an incest cuz 10 minutes ago i was fucking your mother

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

Niggas say i'm loco

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

Malia family, we the family

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

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