This is a song about "John f"

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Lying to yourself, all over an image

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f