This is a song about "John winchester"

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

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

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Big money, all the hoes here, hd, i came so clear

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see