This is a song about "John lowe"

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

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

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

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

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john