This is a song about "John entezari"

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

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

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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