This is a song about "New dj"

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

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

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

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

Don't think this oppression's new,

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

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

Let the music speak when he's the dj

Think i need another play

What up girl, tell me how you been

New passions, enemies new fashion

New targets when i see new faces

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses