This is a song about "John ocampo"

In the club like fuck it, though

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

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

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