This is a song about "John lowe"

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

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

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

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

That fire flow the finest women i adore

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