This is a song about "Chunky t"

That's why i'm makin' money

"still chunky, but funky"

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

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

They giving pounds and that before get the money

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

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

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

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

One night love: i'mma need that

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t