This is a song about "John best m8"

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

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

Ain't no gimmick with the flow