This is a song about "Funky shit"

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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

Yo now watch me kill 'em with the funky rhythm

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

All i can say is... that was a funky shit

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

This funky rhythm fits so snug, dynamic funk boomin from your trunk