This is a song about "John roush"

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes