This is a song about "John dirty"

You're from the dirty south? yeah, you have a dirty mouth

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

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

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

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

And i did the video for really though

She sees the world through a dirty window

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

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