This is a song about "John cena"

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

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

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

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

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave