This is a song about "Justin bieber"

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Like justin timberlake, you're dead and gone

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

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Comin' straight from canada, justine bieber,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

That i will leave earth with her

Hell she might even be a bieber

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

Fuck miley, give wayne water, and please, make sure bieber gets shot.

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top