This is a song about "Prodigeous funky king"

Yo now watch me kill 'em with the funky rhythm

But it was africa the continent we all came from

The undeniable rise of a king

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

Yo, this is some funky rhythm hitting composition

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

They 22′s or something

I'm feelin like a king,

I said pay me it’s nothing

Here comes the next rap king

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

"still chunky, but funky"

Fuck that now trying get the money

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

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