This is a song about "John babb"

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

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

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john