This is a song about "John redfield"

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,