This is a song about "John cockrell"

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

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

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

Look how the buzz will grow

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see