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

Finally hit the extent of my cynical state of mind

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

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...

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

And when i start to rise

In the prime of my life

The essence of my mind, the essence of a crime

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Take the walk of my life

My vocabulation is the greatest that's the latest of my testimony

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree