This is a song about "Crying baby funk"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

Kids crying in the background

I drive that all around

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

You left in a bind baby sis crying

Frightening, so fucking frightening

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

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

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

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

His dad picks him up and asks why is he crying

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

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,