This is a song about "John charles"

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

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

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

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Im too rachet too rancid/ charles mansion/ unload with the gun bro

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though