This is a song about "Hate justin beiber"

I got that justin bieber please believe it

This is like love, that you can never get

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

So come carl and justin, burn y'all like a fuckin' oven

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

You try because justin, you lack what makes a man inside/

I look up to randy, great, 420, lucifer, justin too

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

God damn justin, now did ya really have ta-

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Been stalking justin bieber

That damier bag i bought her