This is a song about "John xena"

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

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

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

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,