This is a song about "John eddison"

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

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

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow