This is a song about "My dj"

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

Instead of listening to a dj do it

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Cold, my style making my nose run

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Don't want to be the king

That shit must be a dj thing

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

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

But let me be 100, see monogamy's redundant

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used