This is a song about "My dj"

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

My dj cuts material....

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

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

So it's nothing to finish

Shaking their ass when dj plays this

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

My own unknown is my enemy,

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

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

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

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

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

For setting up traps