This is a song about "John pena"

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

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

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

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes