This is a song about "Dj birthday"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I could finish a dj khaled-type roster

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

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

You made me wanna

(intro: dj double a)

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

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

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

If it's my #birthday. fuck a #whore in the worst way

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

Instead of listening to a dj do it

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit