This is a song about "John dyson"

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

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

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

For the occasion, paper planes

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Dike just like a dyson is bliss of course we know were it