This is a song about "Funky kong"

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Funky. lyrics. of. wisdom. are four words of appreciation,

Bumping heavy d and the boys, still chunky, but funky

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Like king kong except i kill bystanders just for spite

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

"still chunky, but funky"

Blow up on this society