This is a song about "John terry"

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

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

But hey yo look, money from across the street

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

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

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

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