This is a song about "John criton"

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

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

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

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

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

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

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

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

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes