This is a song about "John paul tully"

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

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

While i'm chunking up the duece like that nigga paul wall

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

So fast we cause paul walkers god damn car wreck

Paul walker must of pissed you off,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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