This is a song about "John rice"

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Want every single thing thats nice, so fuck your single grain of rice

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

And we all right, and we law fight, shit's overturned, and i'm tossin' rice,

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb