This is a song about "Funky music"

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

You, you, you have to pay for that

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

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

Music is money, money isn't music

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Knowing when its over blastin music

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Watch a funky skyline, pump a mic watch along it's