This is a song about "John connor"

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

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

People love hodgy i hate you though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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