This is a song about "Pipe john"

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

Now them broads gon' follow

But don't like that about pipe or weed

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

So all you haters better pipe down

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

We will never die, we are forever alive

Then your prolly on water

I would rather pipe her

But i'm like fuck that, pass me the pipe

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right