This is a song about "John 3 16"

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

They vaguely decipher my language

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

It's a ribbity rambully, be bob drop from a 3 year old

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

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

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

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

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

We hooked up 3 days later, in the back of my homeboys ranger.