This is a song about "John toe"

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

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

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

And we can go toe to toe

Down just so we can grow

Three bad bitches in a row like tic tac toe

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

You haven't flowered loco

Crossing bitches like tick tack toe

Swear i will murk any beat

Head to toe, face and feet,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

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