This is a song about "John redfield"

My new flow bought hublots below zero

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

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

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

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

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

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