This is a song about "Chunky"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

"still chunky, but funky"

Its a war with the enemy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Bumping heavy d and the boys, still chunky, but funky