This is a song about "John evans"

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

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

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

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