This is a song about "Chumps"

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

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

Plus i'm stormin' on you chumps like i'm thunder and lightning

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

And the fragrance of my blunt will have most of you chumps shaking

Being scared of these chumps please enough you cream puffs

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Plus i'm stormin' on you chumps like i'm thunder and lightning