This is a song about "John fui"

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

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,

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

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

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

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice