This is a song about "John"

We came.. way too far pretty baby

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

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

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

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

And we don't stress for nothing i just press the button

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don