This is a song about "Emily john"

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

My ambition to blow

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

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

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

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Throwing big dogs like clippers, no emily elizabeth

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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