This is a song about "John cockrell"

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

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

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

I just want somebody i can see

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

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

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don