This is a song about "John conner fighting terminators"

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

You just keep on fighting

I'm the sushi king

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

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

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

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