This is a song about "John gregg"

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

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

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

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

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Trying to give them light and a message