This is a song about "Funky shit"

"still chunky, but funky"

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday