This is a song about "Justin worley"

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

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

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Justin bieber you have permission to leave ugh/

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Twenty one gun salute that's for justin

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

And i wanna be like #justin and jt: make a profit

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

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Now the only thing to do is to hear justin timberlake