This is a song about "Funk volume"

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

But i show the black machine gun funk when the time is right,

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean

Just before they seen my money in the green

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

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

Lady of rage and rbx, g-funk would say,

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit