This is a song about "Justin kral"

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

Like justin timberlake, you're dead and gone

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

My rap is bigger than the reirement of justin bieber

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

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

I got that justin bieber please believe it

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Me and justin back and forth though we're different dudes,

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots