This is a song about "New dj"

Shaking their ass when dj plays this

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

It's really not an issue

I want to make the world new

Wolf gang, triple six crew

I know bro, let's try something new

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Instead of listening to a dj do it

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I got three albums tell the dj to spin it and they playin my songs

Go pop some pills or something

That shit must be a dj thing

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

My dj cuts material....