This is a song about "John best m8"

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Where they find me, 16 on death row

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

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

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

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

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

And losin all his money

You'd best leave, it's best, see?