This is a song about "Chumps"

He will chuck, juggle chumps with chuck norris-like lyrics

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Fist pump chumps, here's to two beers, get too sick

Still stomping the chumps when they mouths get to talking that stuff

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

Guess they ran out of options

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

It's only blood that you chumps see and i agree, murder is sickening

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat