This is a song about "John shambo"

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks