This is a song about "John roush"

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking