This is a song about "Funk blast"

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

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

Be yourself, just show me you're real

So blast off i'm outta here

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

To blast out that pipebomb rhyme

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

And i ain't trying to land

19 wave caps spit facts on blast,

This funky rhythm fits so snug, dynamic funk boomin from your trunk

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk