This is a song about "John buchanan"

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

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

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

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

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

I can only imagine, uncle bob

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

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch