This is a song about "Dj ben phillip northen ireland"

I could finish a dj khaled-type roster

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

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

Yeah come holla at your uncle

My dj cuts material....

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

And for enemies or faggot emcees vote for ben vote whoever you want him to win

That shit must be a dj thing

Ay, there ain't no telling

From ireland but i'll land, running

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

But ben i don't don't think you realize what's at stake

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Perhaps i'm a writer like him, but ben with no kim or kin

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position