This is a song about "John porter"

I feel like deaths around the corner

“nah, don’t make me call the porter”

Man but this ain't no sign language

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

I got something you've been waiting for

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

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

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

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don