This is a song about "Chuck bass"

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

Bass music was my culture, still is

Sub-woofer bass boosted ay stay lucid

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Finish line with the tire marks

(verse 1 starts when bass starts)

You could chuck all of his shit

You don't mean that, you faggot

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Now go get your boyfriend chuck

Say you don’t do what

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

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,