This is a song about "Funky music"

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Knowing when its over blastin music

Wit my kin that i came in wit