This is a song about "John vena"

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

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

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

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

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

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting