This is a song about "John"

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

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

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

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

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

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

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys