This is a song about "Funky fresh rhymes"

They at the same spot they making no progress

Thinking you dope , thinking you fresh,

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

I know my shit better anyone on this damn earth, curse this place, it's worse

Hear my story than sus the pages, reading rhymes with fresh flavour for those haters,

Yeah my name is ayo fresh

Baby i’mma mess, mess

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Yo now watch me kill 'em with the funky rhythm

Im the fresh prince like will

For real, a nigga ill