This is a song about "Dj"

Like dj kool i clear my throat

Used to find dope in his coat

See me be ge be, dj g he into ti-ti, holla' then i'm

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

As i light one for ill will

My dj cuts material....

Ya need ya pad 'n eraser to scratch that, ya probably good at that ay dj.

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

This dj ain't got the heart nor spleen to reach levels this extreme,

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Get off a key like i can’t sing

That shit must be a dj thing

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

I got three albums tell the dj to spin it and they playin my songs