This is a song about "Can t see me like john cena"

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

But my time will come like cena, now or later is the thing

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Alright just listen to me cuz i can see

The good kid from the ugly city

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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