This is a song about "John where are you"

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Deep in the regions where trenches are reasons

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

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

Scoobie doobie doo where are you

Niggas that guided me through

Where are you? fraying for numbers on ma screen, i guess your stuck with some thirteen.

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Where you come up also where you drop down

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around