This is a song about "Justin chin"

With a little bit of passion

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

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

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Like justin timberlake, you're dead and gone

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

And just looked at the whole situation

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Tryna put her chin to me

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Justin bieber you have permission to leave ugh/

Justin do you mind taking the microphone from me

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy