This is a song about "John wall"

You can see with your fans

Goin off the wall like vans-

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

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

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

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

Now we must stand tall

Written in blood on the wall

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton