This is a song about "John a"

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

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

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

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

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

I'm john wall, on call, i'll ball all night on any beat

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes