This is a song about "Funky beats"

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

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

While im rapping flows on beats

Little more weed, first class seats

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Yo, this is some funky rhythm hitting composition

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Yo now watch me kill 'em with the funky rhythm

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Watchin' me when i stiff on them like a photo funky

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Dont fall asleep on our beats