This is a song about "Zach morris"

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

And me im trynna dance with one

Cold, my style making my nose run

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

Now them broads gon' follow

And i love your mind and ambition

But with these hooks imma reel you in

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column