This is a song about "John ocampo"

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

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

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

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

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

I get my cake; i love hip hop

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

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

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don