This is a song about "John dickinson rap"

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

Still unravelling rap

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

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

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

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

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

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

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Rocking my peers and putting suckas in fear

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john