This is a song about "John david"

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

You haven't flowered loco

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine,

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

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