This is a song about "Justin faggit"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

A massacre that is about to occur with justin so split

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Twenty one gun salute that's for justin

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Now the only thing to do is to hear justin timberlake

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Justin do you mind taking the microphone from me

God damn justin, now did ya really have ta-

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada