This is a song about "Dank john"

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

That a niggas gonna end up, when im done puffing this dank

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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

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

I made it myself

My shit so dank it smells

Dank dark as catacombs under rome.

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone