This is a song about "John gotti"

And she stripping, go to college

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

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

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

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

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Or could i be the same one who came from a far away life

I got the right to be cocky

I'ma son you, no irv gotti

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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