This is a song about "Long john silvers"

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

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

Your last man was semi pro

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Smile in your face, while they handing out silver's

My way like a usher song

My choppa strap too long

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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