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

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

Rollin' down the four o five

Take the walk of my life

My talent should take me places i've never been

With the content of my composition

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

They rock n rollin bring tha funk to the whole nation/

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

The aura of my emotions

The essence of my mind, the essence of a crime

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time