This is a song about "John evans"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

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

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

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

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

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