This is a song about "Dj mustard"

They wouldn't be nothing

That shit must be a dj thing

(intro: dj double a)

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Not to mention wale is on the way

Let the music speak when he's the dj

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Instead of listening to a dj do it

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

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

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about