This is a song about "John winchester"

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

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

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

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

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

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