This is a song about "John evans"

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

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

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting