This is a song about "John carda"

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

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

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

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

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

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

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

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan