This is a song about "Justin jones"

Like justin timberlake, you're dead and gone

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

I look up to randy, great, 420, lucifer, justin too

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

They pull you in and destroy you like manson or prophet jones,

I got that justin bieber please believe it

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

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

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

Y'all turn them #crazy #prophets, jim jones, y'all dying today

Twenty one gun salute that's for justin

I don't give a fuck, like a senior citizen