This is a song about "John pineda"

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

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

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

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

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

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

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

Alright take me on, i wouldn't do that my gramma could beat you with a

Use pine tar like pineda, its so hot in the bleachers, 2 strikes for nova/

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

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