This is a song about "John vena"

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

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

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

The sun gives light cause it is the window

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos