This is a song about "Chuck taylors"

You could chuck all of his shit

It's all good, finna dog that

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

I said i don’t give a fuck

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

The throw up in my mouth i'm gonna chuck

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Imma just chuck in a couple of random words

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

She got that good good

Now go get your boyfriend chuck

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Fuck what you think of me i would rather chuck than to change a little part of me

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry