This is a song about "John mack"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

Packing a mack in the back of the ac

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Packin' a mack in the back of the ac

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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