This is a song about "Trunk"

Strictly pure skunk in tha trunk i'm forever green

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Got some lames in my trunk, i dank 'em skunks in shit

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Body wouldn't fit but i kept slammin my trunk, tryin' my luck

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

I can't keep running away

Got a pound in the trunk ya know whats up, smokin on that ganja til the sun comes up.

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

Because i never think better of a stuffed trunk in this endeavor, it's evidently not too clever

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Throw em in my trunk and head out straight for the docks

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood