This is a song about "John calhoum"

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Or could i be the same one who came from a far away life

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

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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