This is a song about "John gregg"

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

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

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

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

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

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

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

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

They vaguely decipher my language