This is a song about "John d"

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Aww shit here we go d

And my kick game beyond crazy

Simply out of this world by choice

Bumping heavy d and the boys

That means obama aint got my d

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe