This is a song about "John david stickney"

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Restrained as david ayer's training day, pavin' ways, makin' change

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

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

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

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