This is a song about "Scatman john"

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

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

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting