This is a song about "John cents"

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

If you know like i know, you should lie low

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

If you try to sell an album it just won't #make #cents

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

When people pass by the homeless, not giving any cents

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

When people pass by the homeless, not giving any cents

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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