This is a song about "John herlihy"

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

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

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

My life's based upon what i'mma do this year

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

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

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