This is a song about "John marston"

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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Switch, a female dog with no raw, rich

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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