This is a song about "Papa john s"

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

End it here before i'm famous and my papa shows up

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Papa took a sip of his beer

This batmobile is real hard to steer

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Your papa your mama should tell you not to miss with me