This is a song about "My dj"

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Balling, but it’s not a game

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

Stop barking dog, i scratch like a cat. more than a dj okay?

See my pain through my eyes,

Sky high, iced out paradise

My talent should take me places i've never been

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

With such an ugly picture in it and

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Grab my knife and my gun

Two reflections into one