This is a song about "John dobson"

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

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

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

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

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

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