This is a song about "John"

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

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

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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

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

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing