This is a song about "John herlihy"

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

If it's not tell them bitches take a hike, word life

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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