This is a song about "Jdz john"

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat

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

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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