This is a song about "John david"

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

David is goliath slaying i was 5 stone lighter in the weighing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine/

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

They vaguely decipher my language

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch