This is a song about "John a holmes"

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

Scab, fix up look shop joe

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

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

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though