This is a song about "John babe"

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

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

Call my shots, like babe ruth/

Niggas die over shoes

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

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

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

And i did the video for really though

If know whats good for ya babe

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight