This is a song about "John kennedy"

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

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

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Look a kennedy -- private sailboat with the amenities

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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