This is a song about "Crying baby funk"

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

Kids crying in the background

The back is where they pushin the funk, drugs in the floor

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

On a memory refine disturb me then u crying

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

There's children dying and i am crying

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

You’ve lost me, so don’t come crying

I make the moves, that's why i'm rhyming illegally with dynamic funk,

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment