This is a song about "John taylor school"

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

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

That's why they can't mess up my flow

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

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

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

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

I jam all music from pearl jam, taylor swift, tupac and grateful dead

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money