This is a song about "King john"

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Shit, there ain't no telling

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

And all women who had light features, see

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john