This is a song about "John scity"

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

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

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