This is a song about "John lowe"

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

When i'm on it, on it like my job

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

Wale dc said we on joe

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close