This is a song about "John criton"

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

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

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

But that's not stoppin' me from eatin' your muffin

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan