This is a song about "John criton"

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john