This is a song about "John dillinger"

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

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

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

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

Why don't you just get a little taste baby