This is a song about "John lowe"

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

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

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat

But hey yo look, money from across the street

New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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