This is a song about "Iron john rambo"

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

I wish that i could say, i was crazier then rambo

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

Your just going to die trying,now your out of steam like a dry iron

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch