This is a song about "John quincy adams"

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Ironically it subs like a hero

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

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

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple