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

The aura of my emotions

Had i not been exposed to these things

Shit, see that thing there was mine

Since the dawn of my time

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

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

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

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

The love of my life, the light of my eyes

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

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

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Dynamic funk in the house, better kick the buckets,