This is a song about "Funk blast"

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,

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

And bijies like im out and

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

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

I walk around understanding the politics

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

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

Pooping - having a blast,

Two white cups and i got that drank