This is a song about "John criton"

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

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

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

And you can't even blink without niggas testing your life