This is a song about "John cdna"

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

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

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

She probably had a reason though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

For the occasion, paper planes

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

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed