This is a song about "St john"

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

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

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom