This is a song about "Lil john"

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

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

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

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