This is a song about "John campbell"

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

This is the part where we run hip hop

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

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

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

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

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense