This is a song about "Justin s gay hair"

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Let me hear that beat, air

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Im happier when high and drunk

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

A massacre that is about to occur with justin so split

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

I got that justin bieber please believe it