This is a song about "Chunky"

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

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

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

I put that nigga in his casket

Of that funky, chunky, smelly green shit.

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Chunky bits were the result of those puffy chips

"still chunky, but funky"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree