This is a song about "Sean john"

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

And you can't even blink without niggas testing your life

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Huh, a metaphor of course

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

Some old bitch that we did before

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

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

I miss you at my recent show

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see