This is a song about "John cana"

That's why they can't mess up my flow

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

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

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

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

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

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

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