This is a song about "Ugly john"

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

This shit ain't nothing new though

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Its okay she fucking ugly

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

All these bitches ugly, call them girls up

Without your love it's cold as fuck

We just slapped the ugly rat.

Or let the mob handle that