This is a song about "Huckle chuckle"

Twitter blasted in a complete knock

And i don't make no bed rock

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

The pitter-patter of young feet enough to end the chatter

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

There's bitter masses established while you just twitter and hash it

You gotta let these shits go, man

He could kill without remorse, click-clack bang.

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Imma just chuck in a couple of random words

Shoulda told you i'd just be a minute,

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

You used to a partner in crime by the name of chuck

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut