This is a song about "John vena"

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

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

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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

Like curses on the radio

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one