This is a song about "John johm"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

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

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

And she stripping, go to college

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

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