This is a song about "John carda"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,