This is a song about "John winchester"

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

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

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I don't know, obviously i disappear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer