This is a song about "John carda"

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

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

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

My new flow bought hublots below zero

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

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

I got my wife, so fuck the ring