This is a song about "Jumping john"

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Angle these beats like a pentagon

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Let me see bitches jumping of their seats

Look how the buzz will grow

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Got the beat jumping like hop scotch pussy poppin like pop rocks

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

But i'm jumping on this track for a major comeback

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back