This is a song about "John carda"

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

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

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

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

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

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