This is a song about "Funky gunk"

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

The golden age, 90's, the rapper's ass funky,

Bumpin' heavy d and the boys, still chunky but funky

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Or never say never though i admit

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.