This is a song about "John lackey"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

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

I make you feel like it is 10 below