This is a song about "John cockrell"

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

I gonna take it really nice and slow

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,