This is a song about "My dj"

And when i start to rise

See my pain through my eyes,

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Like dj kool i clear my throat

But in reality your just being used.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

This is the root of all evil

My dj cuts material....

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

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

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Let the music speak when he's the dj