This is a song about "Funky gunk"

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

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

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

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

Can't even lose hair, rythm ah rock block tha funky

It's a battlejust for tha big money

See i let my nigga split that

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Bumping heavy d and the boyz, still "chunky but funky"

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

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

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