This is a song about "John f"

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

So why the f should i be in his

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

Leaving a jaw in awe unable to f-f-f-fucking comment.

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left

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

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Pop it back stick it out

When she f***in' turns around