This is a song about "John egbert"

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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

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

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

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

While working on my mistakes

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