This is a song about "John asshole"

De la soul is from the soul

All they see is an asshole

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Asshole, me? i never ask for more,

Let's put it on cruise control

Down my head, chest, and asshole,

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Rhymes i shot up your asshole.

Purify that woman soul

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Im kind hearted,no matter how much i come off as an asshole