This is a song about "John toe"

Yo bro, wanna go toe to toe pound for pound

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Three bad bitches in a row like tic tac toe

Kids ain't like reggie jackson, nicki barnes their hero

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

You know i be teasing, though

Crossing bitches like tick tack toe

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

'cause we're going toe-to-toe but i'm more fucked up than van gough,

Try to hit the switch if you want i ain't gon' cut off

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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