This is a song about "Funk"

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

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,

But i show the black machine gun funk when the time is right,

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

Yeah ya threw, dynamic funk is the crew

If only i could rap to you

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

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

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

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