This is a song about "John mckane"

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

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

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

And all women who had light features, see

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

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

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting