This is a song about "Justin"

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

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

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

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

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

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

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Dissing people self consciously thinking justin thats not who you are!

Huhhuhhuhhuhumy double r proves i’ma big rap star

Justin do you mind taking the microphone from me

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Twenty one gun salute that's for justin

And it ain't no thing, you in dungy's dungeon

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Like justin timberlake, you're dead and gone