This is a song about "Dj ridgway glockin it"

You made me wanna

(intro: dj double a)

Let the music speak when he's the dj

She can't know where my mother stay

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Yes we bout it bout it/

That's words to my mama, since i wasn't a starter

I could finish a dj khaled-type roster

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

Yes we bout it bout it/

Like he back that shit

Twists it, turns it, beats it, burns it, tortures us in silence

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its