This is a song about "John madden"

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

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

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

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

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

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

If we just had more salmon we could play more madden

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free