This is a song about "John dewey"

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

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

I just want somebody i can see

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

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

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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