This is a song about "John john"

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

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

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

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

My new flow bought hublots below zero

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

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

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer