This is a song about "John wick"

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

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

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

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

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john