This is a song about "John dillinger"

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

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

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

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

This prada make me shallow