This is a song about "John dale"

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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

Nascar’s on bitch, i’m the rap version of dale earnhardt

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

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

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

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

While working on my mistakes