This is a song about "Funky dreams"

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Watch a funky skyline, pump a mic watch along it's

Little more weed, first class seats

He's just living in his dreams

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

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

Or never say never though i admit

All i can say is... that was a funky shit

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

Taking over all my dreams

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks