This is a song about "Funk blast"

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Ill put yo bitch on blast

I was born to do the damn thing

And blast you with his fucking

Youtube and listening to music at full blast

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Cause i got the burner in the hand

19 wave caps spit facts on blast,

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

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

And word i blew off herb i grew

Step back while i'll blast you

So blast off i'm outta here

Be yourself, just show me you're real