This is a song about "Justin in a dress"

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

She was wearing a black dress with stilletos tossing stones in the ocean

The one thing justin bieber has taught me in life

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

They don't ask for a pass when yo ass waltz in my dress room

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

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

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

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

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Do it for the girls in the tight dress