This is a song about "Dj skills"

Vijay singh and all of them

Showing my skills once again,

Rub my back, then let me lay

Let the music speak when he's the dj

Like dj kool i clear my throat

To soho, baby milo so dope

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I could finish a dj khaled-type roster

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

Ive got the skills needed,

On point, i hone my skills

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Runt , who lack the necessary skills

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

That shit must be a dj thing

Man, straight and no fucking