This is a song about "John milnik"

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

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

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

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