This is a song about "Dent john gawk"

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Rollin in ma bentley, not even a fuckin dent in it//

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

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

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

I'm here anytime, so gawk at my sublime line's from my prime/

But the same deposition take it every time

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Fists will dent you, get you tossed- i spit true mint, no dental floss.//

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton