This is a song about "Evan john"

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes