This is a song about "John xwn"

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

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,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

Ok you think a nigga shallow

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

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