This is a song about "John s mom"

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

So i thanks for my mom

My sim card's the bomb

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!