This is a song about "John evans"

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

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

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

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

But it was africa the continent we all came from

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

Get rough with me, that night flow

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice