This is a song about "John dee fukre"

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

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

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes