This is a song about "Scatman john"

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

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

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

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

We came.. way too far pretty baby

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

Me against you the movie of the year

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

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