This is a song about "John gotti"

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

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

Must be something you want me to see

This batmobile is real hard to steer

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

I'ma son you, no irv gotti

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

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