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

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

The sky is not my limit, the sky's my point of view.

The aura of my emotions

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Within the ignition of my engine,

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

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

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

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

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

And now these hoes are on my line

Since the dawn of my time