This is a song about "Crying baby funk"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

On a memory refine disturb me then u crying

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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

Get in the mood on blacc friday

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

Are the man they're dying so don't keep lying or crying

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

You’ve lost me, so don’t come crying