This is a song about "John wall"

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

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

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

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

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Double m self made we forever rich

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch