This is a song about "John babe"

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

When it's trouble, they "blocka" and fuck a life

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

If you try to give it to me at the door

Drop the bottle babe and fuck like a #whore

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

Look it something they can't ever see