This is a song about "Dj russiatime"

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

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

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Instead of listening to a dj do it

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

I could finish a dj khaled-type roster

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Back in the motherfuckin bay

Let the music speak when he's the dj

This is the root of all evil

My dj cuts material....