This is a song about "Chuck"

Now go get your boyfriend chuck

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

The throw up in my mouth i'm gonna chuck

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

And i must admit

You could chuck all of his shit

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Car with no limit what

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

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

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Imma just chuck in a couple of random words

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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