This is a song about "Justin bib"

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

You'll need a bib for this, my kills are messy

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

And that goes for don, 420, justin, carl, great, and randy,

And then everybody wanna sip, til the juice spill everybody want a bib

Slit arms from the pits, leave a bit attached so i can tear to hear it rip

I got that justin bieber please believe it

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

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

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

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball