This is a song about "John cena"

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

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

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

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

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

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

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer

And i wonderwhere will i be next year