This is a song about "Justin jones"

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

I got that justin bieber please believe it

Now this has just set up for justin bieber

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

Justin bieber you have permission to leave ugh/

Wasn't no love for a nigga in the smug

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Like justin timberlake, you're dead and gone

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

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