This is a song about "John cena"

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

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Forever faded, i know lucifer waiting

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

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

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

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