This is a song about "John wingate"

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge