This is a song about "John travolta"

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

I like my friends imaginary with no names

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat