This is a song about "Dank john"

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Sweet, okay makes sense

My shit so dank it smells

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

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

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

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

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

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

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