This is a song about "John porter"

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

They vaguely decipher my language

“nah, don’t make me call the porter”

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

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

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

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