This is a song about "John killelay"

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

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

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

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