The chorus goes something like exactly like this:

Beee burrrr, beee burrrr

Beee burrrr, beee burrrr

Beee burrrr, beee burrrr

Beee burrrr, beee burrrr

Jussstin, Jussstin,

Jussstin, Jussstin,

Jussstin, Jussstin,

Jussstin, Jussstin

As with Lil B’s other tunes in a similar vein—“Charlie Sheen” and “Dr. Phil” and “Mel Gibson” and “I’m Miley Cyrus” and “I’m Paris Hilton” and “Ellen Degeneres”—“Justin Bieber” is a not a critique of The Biebs (I threw up a little in my mouth just writing that nickname) or an ode to the boy with the golden blow-dryer. Rather, Bieber is used as a metaphor for Lil B’s own stature: his popularity is big like Bieber, his wrist shines like Bieber. He’s winning like Sheen. Don’t read too much into this stuff, kids.

The song also contains a few lines that probably need fact-checking (“Everybody know Justin Bieber is my cousin”) and/or a neighbourhood watch (“I like the girls that like Justin Bieber”).

“Bieber” is a perfect example of B’s cooking music: lazy, repetitive, spaced out, hypnotic, and divisive. A handful will love it; most will hate it. But tunes like this do wonders for search-engine optimization (SEO swag!) and, given a chance, will stick in your head like a migraine.

Give this two listens, and you’ll find yourself chanting Beee burrrr, bee burrrr as you scramble up some cheese eggs.