This is a song about "John messer"

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

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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