This is a song about "Jhon cena as his name is tina"

Then mourn the childs death as a tragedy years later when his face is reworked at a bar

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

As soon as his favorite student is found in mini skirt

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

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

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

His urn was silver with his name gold plated,

Tonic. my nigga jhon got me into black girls now all i'm speaking is ebonics.

This a battle say something to actually diss,all you said was i was crazy and rip ppl asses to bits

And not a single feature except lil wayne

Gandhi had all but didnt even own his own name

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

With the beat as he spills like his poetry is spoken,

Am i done?mother say i’m too youngbut what that mean?i took a chance and now i’m playing

Open his chest and watch as his heart is circulating blood threw his artery's all ways rotating,