This is a song about "Dj banks"

I hear the people talking

That shit must be a dj thing

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

The river of death has brimmed his banks

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Banks fail and get billion-dollar bail-outs, it's sad to call it,

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

Like dj kool i clear my throat

My motherfucking doctor said i need a doctor

I could finish a dj khaled-type roster

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

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