This is a song about "Chunky t"

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

Ironically it subs like a hero

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

You don;t thin anymore

Kick in the door

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

Look it something they can't ever see

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

D j t j is here to save all of rap