This is a song about "Standard oil john d rockafeller"

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

Never had a chance to try

Don't matter, we need oil, look at the lives we're wrecking,

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

Wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger..

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Pictures of you on my wall no glue, no tape but just cum plastered

I still have your curtains, they're amber. only them, they're the standard.

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

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

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Steal from the rich, snake oil to deceive