This is a song about "John dillinger"

I can always go home and look down my street

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

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

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

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch