This is a song about "The gospel of john"

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

I just want somebody i can see

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

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