This is a song about "John b"

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Bait baby, wait baby

"could of cost your life b"

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Rap is music with real substance b

But you just listen to whats supposed to be "cool" b.

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john