This is a song about "Dj"

My dj cuts material....

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Shaking their ass when dj plays this

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

That shit must be a dj thing

We no longer close or nothing

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

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

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

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

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