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

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

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

Feel the wrath of my rhythms

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Lady of rage and rbx, g-funk would say,

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

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

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

The essence of my mind, the essence of a crime

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

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,

The wrenching of my guts, the breaking of my heart and watching my

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die