This is a song about "Ryan john"

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

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

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

I like my friends imaginary with no names

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

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see