This is a song about "Chunky t"

My talent should take me places i've never been

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

Look in the scope, my people still a target

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t