This is a song about "Funky"

It's a battlejust for tha big money

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

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

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

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

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

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

Bumping heavy d and the boyz, still "chunky but funky"

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody