This is a song about "John xwn"

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

This is the part where we run hip hop

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

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie