This is a song about "Justin bib"

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Justin bieber you have permission to leave ugh/

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

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

Like justin timberlake, you're dead and gone

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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