This is a song about "John xena"

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

My life's based upon what i'mma do this year

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer