This is a song about "Pipe john"

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

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

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

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

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

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

My pipe is made of ruby's/

Not likely like stay long please