This is a song about "John cena"

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

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

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

I got more murders on my hands than john has deer