This is a song about "John 3 16"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Drive around with a 3 inch eye scar. i make an observation,

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

'cause 3 individuals suddenly disappeared

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

12 and 16, were 3/4 of the way through.

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show