This is a song about "John babb"

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

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

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

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

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

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

The world looking out, they on the front row