This is a song about "John hancock"

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

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

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 she stripping, go to college

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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