This is a song about "John mahran"

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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

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

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Big money, all the hoes here, hd, i came so clear

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting