This is a song about "John evans"

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

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

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

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

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store