This is a song about "Funky shit"

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Yo, this is some funky rhythm hitting composition

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Yo now watch me kill 'em with the funky rhythm

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Wondering shit, questioning shit

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Can't even lose hair, rythm ah rock block tha funky

Walkin' when talkin' in funky green n' braggin' about it like nothin's in.

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation