This is a song about "Uptown funk"

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

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

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

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

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I do this for my uptown politicians

The creator of this shit funk volume dame,

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Stay chain paper funk a hater he can get it

This is hip hop for today

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