This is a song about "John babb"

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos