This is a song about "Crying baby funk"

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

There's children dying and i am crying

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)

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

Yeah ya threw, dynamic funk is the crew

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Ill shoot clown and leave little kids crying

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

You left in a bind baby sis crying

I got my wife, so fuck the ring