This is a song about "John cena"

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

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

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Look it something they can't ever see

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

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Now we gone gone, out our minds like john john

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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