This is a song about "John sims"

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

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

Hit the club she drop it low

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

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

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Trying to give them light and a message

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see