This is a song about "John cena"

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

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

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

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them