This is a song about "John deere"

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

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

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting