This is a song about "John carda"

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

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

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

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

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

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

For the occasion, paper planes

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat