This is a song about "John babb"

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

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

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john