This is a song about "John enriqez"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

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/

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

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

I like my girls skinny with brains

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

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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