This is a song about "Justin"

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

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

And i wanna be like #justin and jt: make a profit

Now the only thing to do is to hear justin timberlake

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

But i started a fuckin' brawl! i heard justin call.

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

I got that justin bieber please believe it

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

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

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