This is a song about "John cent"

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

I'd rather take pain than call myself fifty cent/

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

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

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

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