This is a song about "John sims"

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

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

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

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

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

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

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

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe