This is a song about "Justin siena"

Dont wanna be the next justin beiber, tmz all over.

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

You just reminded me by justin bieber childish way

Justin do you mind taking the microphone from me

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

A massacre that is about to occur with justin so split

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

And that goes for don, 420, justin, carl, great, and randy,