This is a song about "Funky king"

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

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

You're very attractive, and notice that

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Yo now watch me kill 'em with the funky rhythm

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

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Quotas notice how my funky hocus pocus broke his neck...

"still chunky, but funky"

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Yo, this is some funky rhythm hitting composition

Here comes the next rap king

I ain't with the talking