This is a song about "John keys"

Straight out my mind, and down through the keys.

Automatic kill for pennies

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

I stuck my keys in the frosty ignition

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Easygoing minutemen kill thereby hate keys via students

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

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

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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

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

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john