This is a song about "John milnik"

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

And yall niggas the right flow

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes