This is a song about "John anderson"

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

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

You be get up on this fly shit baby

And this the endso good luck with your career

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

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

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

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

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes