This is a song about "John ugly"

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

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Its okay she fucking ugly

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

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

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

With the ugly kardashian

Well rick james, maury jane

Ugly like randyrhinos mother

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

You know i be teasing, though

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

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