This is a song about "Glenn"

Go hard he could be better than john cena.

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

No more keyboard plotting, its time to start the propping, i know i'm a problem

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

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Babbling with no manners, singin' like anna, when she first sang to her sister

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

I'm like john cleese, if he ate resses

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

I'm the justice bird you see in the sky i'm a eagle.

I'm the one killed anna nicole

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal