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

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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.

I swear they think i'm crazy

They love me, for the d,

But in the meantime it's lights please

Steal from the rich, snake oil to deceive

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Risking his life for oil, which is nothing to die for