This is a song about "Fuck john"

But now the dough like kaiser bro

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

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

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

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

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton