This is a song about "Baby justin bieber"

My rap is bigger than the reirement of justin bieber

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

Fuck miley, give wayne water, and please, make sure bieber gets shot.

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

First line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

A massacre that is about to occur with justin so split

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Lyrically you are weak,like the bieber

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

I got that justin bieber please believe it

Like justin timberlake, you're dead and gone

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb