This is a song about "John mayer"

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

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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