This is a song about "Funk town funk you up"

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Yeah, can't wait 'til the wheels down

When we see you running round town

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

I roam around town with a blunt in my hand, i light that shit up wouldn't expect you to understand

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

Your man wale in his own damn lane

I shows out, like dope when i put that flow down

And i gotta keep it comfy up in my home town

You are not the biggest prick in town

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

Now the whole town fears me, the whole sounds thats so eerie it messes up yo hearing