This is a song about "Crying baby funk"

You just trynna be haters

Just these words crying over shoulders,

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

First line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

There's children dying and i am crying

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

Lady of rage and rbx, g-funk would say,

Kids crying in the background

So i turn to look and find out