This is a song about "Jacob bream"

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

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

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

Turning to ground zero

You pull up in parking lots

Rock your face like mountaintops

We will hack and cough till we choke

Been running around trying find a job

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

With a rope, hung up by their necks, they choke,

No choke holds from me though,

Hit the club she drop it low

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

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