This is a song about "Wwe john cena"

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Im pope john chewin on the quran during ramadan

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

Silly bitches gon' follow

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

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears