This is a song about "John gillis"

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

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

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

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

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