This is a song about "John han"

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

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

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

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