This is a song about "John kennedy"

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

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

Same bitches used to play me though

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

You getting mad cause i'm no generic white dom kennedy,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see