This is a song about "Connor funk"

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

This funky rhythm fits so snug, dynamic funk boomin from your trunk

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

They rock n rollin bring tha funk to the whole nation/

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Yeah ya threw, dynamic funk is the crew

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

But i show the black machine gun funk when the time is right,