This is a song about "John berry"

If you try to give it to me at the door

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

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

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

It go halle berry or hallelujah

Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna

It go halle berry or hallelujah