This is a song about "Funk blast"

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Suddenly, their occurred a bomb blast........

I just write that right by a mic stand

But the plan is to show you that i understand

Send you to the graveyard and char you with my fire blast

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

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

And blast you with his fucking

Acting like you real or something

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

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean