This is a song about "Dj truth"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Now that i know the truth,

Instead of listening to a dj do it

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Ya need ya pad 'n eraser to scratch that, ya probably good at that ay dj.

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

See me be ge be, dj g he into ti-ti, holla' then i'm

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I could finish a dj khaled-type roster

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

King of louisina i been the truth

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Fuck the d.a is my m.o, i aint dj unk but im walking em out