This is a song about "Dj funk"

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

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

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Yeah ya threw, dynamic funk is the crew

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

See me be ge be, dj g he into ti-ti, holla' then i'm

Watch me fuck all these bitches

Shaking their ass when dj plays this

To this day, the game, will never be the same

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

I got three albums tell the dj to spin it and they playin my songs

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

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

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore