This is a song about "John mckane"

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear