This is a song about "John grandma"

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

She probably had a reason though

Tryna keep a level head, workin like a mexican

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

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

It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Kill your grandma, piss on her corpse, r. kelly nigga,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow