This is a song about "John ce"

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Angle these beats like a pentagon

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

I don't know, obviously i disappear

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

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

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

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,