This is a song about "Justin bib"

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

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

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

18 year sentence with no parole

Didn't want to fuck up, shit every time that i talked to her was such a trip

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

Say bye bye to her

Been stalking justin bieber

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

Like justin timberlake, you're dead and gone

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

You just reminded me by justin bieber childish way