This is a song about "Taco john s"

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

All the women say my name, at the same damn time