This is a song about "Funky beats"

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Yo, this is some funky rhythm hitting composition

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

No time to plot retreats

Dont fall asleep on our beats

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Funky. lyrics. of. wisdom. are four words of appreciation,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

I’m getting beats, well i’m making beats

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

So ill leave after i spit a bit of some funky shit,

Not hungry for my poetry

"still chunky, but funky"