This is a song about "John roush"

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

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

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

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

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

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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