This is a song about "Dj dougy fre"

Stop barking dog, i scratch like a cat. more than a dj okay?

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Steak dinner everydayfor the moviemy life is like a compton play

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

Fuck the d.a is my m.o, i aint dj unk but im walking em out

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

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

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

Cause this album pack enough evil

My dj cuts material....

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

Then you got to pacing off the place seething, to the racy bar you'd since fre-quent

Let the music speak when he's the dj

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray