This is a song about "Evan john"

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

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

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

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

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