This is a song about "John calvin"

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

Call me whatever joe

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

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

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

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