This is a song about "John rodgers"

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Cause everyone dreams of the millionaire's life

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

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

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring