This is a song about "John locke and thomas hobbes"

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,

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

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

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs