This is a song about "John scity"

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

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

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

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