This is a song about "John locke"

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

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

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live