This is a song about "John f"

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

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

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

What's the deal with the nets though

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

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe