This is a song about "John adams"

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

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