This is a song about "John quincy adams"

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

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

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

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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