This is a song about "Mc dynamic"

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

To try and become the next mc

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

This lyrical silencer silencing any kind if mc

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

But when i step in, i chill in my hammock, i'm dangerously dynamic.

I never though then i'd become an mc,

She's cute but her forehead's big

I'm an mc still as honest

She leave her hair in the sink

Superfly, opposite of basic

Denni-c and the fucking great mc...