This is a song about "John lennon"

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Rocking my peers and putting suckas in fear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

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

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

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

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

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense