This is a song about "John"

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

I got something you've been waiting for

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

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

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

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