This is a song about "John lowe"

Where they find me, 16 on death row

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

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

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

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

I can always go home and look down my street

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

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin