This is a song about "Taco john s"

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

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

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don