This is a song about "John mckane"

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

But five years from now i bet she see

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe