This is a song about "John snow"

Now shes covered in "snow" and froze,

Live from the lamont's rose

Carefully packaged with snow

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

So much snow got me feelin' snowden

And i know that you're open

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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