This is a song about "Chuck bass"

Imma just chuck in a couple of random words

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Profile, damn i'm digging your style, we can start slow now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

You used to a partner in crime by the name of chuck

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

No one to hear your screams over the bass that's boomin'

My talent should take me places i've never been

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

And place words on the bass displaces, decapitates at the bases,

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

I got these tats all on my arms

It's all good, finna dog that

You could chuck all of his shit