This is a song about "John david stickney"

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

David blane blame game, bitches want a magic trick

His name is david carradine, he died terribly

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

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

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

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

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

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow