This is a song about "Justin trinh"

You just reminded me by justin bieber childish way

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

But i started a fuckin' brawl! i heard justin call.

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

Like justin timberlake, you're dead and gone

Now the only thing to do is to hear justin timberlake

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

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

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Justin do you mind taking the microphone from me

A massacre that is about to occur with justin so split

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet