This is a song about "John cena"

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

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

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

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

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

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

I can only imagine, uncle bob

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

And getting money is the song i sing

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan