This is a song about "The gospel of john"

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

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

The gospel or scoop the message let out of the coop

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

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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

Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel),

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,