This is a song about "John gacy"

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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

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

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

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

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing