This is a song about "Taco john s"

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

And end up working at mcdonalds or taco bell

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/