This is a song about "Wwe john cena"

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos

We will never die, we are forever alive

So fuck phoma, tobylain, john five pain to survive

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

John stockon is as white as that dumb bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

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

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring