This is a song about "John winchester"

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

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

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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