This is a song about "Dj dougy fre"

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Instead of listening to a dj do it

That shit must be a dj thing

There ain't no telling

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Keeping em' shook chanting for hope,rhyming like me is hard to do like you and

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

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

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

My balance be so tight rope

Like dj kool i clear my throat

Let the music speak when he's the dj

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say