This is a song about "Funk blast"

Hit the dash blast the overpass

Man it’s the killer tracks

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

So i put the gun to my head and blast,

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

That we can't forget the past

Ill put yo bitch on blast

I dont really shakespeare

So blast off i'm outta here

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

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

Step back while i'll blast you

I really love my miami crew