This is a song about "John a holmes"

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Sherlock holmes, no shit, just go home

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

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

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

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

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick