This is a song about "John cena"

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

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

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

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

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don