This is a song about "John mckane"

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Ran outside to see the big show

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe