This is a song about "My dj"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

You can see with your fans

For a perfect mother’s day

Let the music speak when he's the dj

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way

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

I could finish a dj khaled-type roster

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Down in dallas at the all-star game

My cash effected, my brain insane,

As i light one for ill will

My dj cuts material....

Grab my knife and my gun

We have nothing in common