This is a song about "John lewis"

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,