This is a song about "John cena"

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Then we'll rise and fight like warriors 'till sunset like elton john,

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

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Charge i'll take ya dough call you john you get played more

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

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/