This is a song about "Scatman 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

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe