This is a song about "John rhys q"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Dippers and pipers, it's sad shawty, but this is life

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

You haven't flowered loco

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Let me ask a q for a stupid cheater like you:

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through