This is a song about "Saint john"

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

And getting money is the song i sing

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Pretend to the judge that you were a saint

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

To be confident in my lyrics or no one will saint

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

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

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

But i'm too busy trying to show the world i'm a saint

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,