This is a song about "John herlihy"

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

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

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

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

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

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

Trying to get his life together, or what not

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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