This is a song about "Long john silvers"

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

You're buying up silvers like you need to kill a werewolf

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Cowering on my stage to long/

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

My choppa strap too long

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

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

I gonna take it really nice and slow

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

Hanging out here all day long,

I get slight work like big sean

Nights are still tough and long,