This is a song about "The stankness of my funk"

I lost my connection with a brethren

Within the ignition of my engine,

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

I just shake dice

Take the walk of my life

The aura of my emotions

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

This funky rhythm fits so snug, dynamic funk boomin from your trunk

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

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,

The death of my father is the reason for my hate...

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate