This is a song about "John cena"

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

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

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything

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