This is a song about "Phil and dj"

Let the music speak when he's the dj

Reading shit my critics say

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

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

Cause this album pack enough evil

My dj cuts material....

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,