This is a song about "Dj russiatime"

Niggas dying like its nothing

That shit must be a dj thing

My dj cuts material....

Cause this album pack enough evil

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

I got three albums tell the dj to spin it and they playin my songs

Where rules get followed

Like dj kool i clear my throat

I sit and reminisce

Shaking their ass when dj plays this

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

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream