This is a song about "John harris"

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

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

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

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

My lady friends never really be into the life

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Angle these beats like a pentagon

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

And she stripping, go to college