This is a song about "John wathen"

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

I get my cake; i love hip hop

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

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

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

This summer gone be mine though

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