This is a song about "Justin robertson"

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

Now the only thing to do is to hear justin timberlake

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

Timmy got his bike stole

Twenty one gun salute that's for justin

I want to fight the music on this one

Justin vs. a noob, wow what a weird mixture

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror