This is a song about "Justin and colin"

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

You trynna fight, is like justin beiber rapping a mad disaster

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Me and justin back and forth though we're different dudes,

A massacre that is about to occur with justin so split

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

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

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good