This is a song about "John lewis"

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

Get rough with me, that night flow

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

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

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

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing