This is a song about "John lang"

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty