This is a song about "John gacy"

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

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

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

My life's based upon what i'mma do this year

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though