This is a song about "Conor incest john"

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

Man, i'm not even incest,

Life has put her to the test

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

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

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

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

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

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john