This is a song about "A dumbass named chris"

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

And her smile lit up the room

By a crackhead named june

Dear reader, hiphopwizard secretly fucks a transvestite named peter

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

And there's little to be glad for

There used to be a guy named undertaker

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

But you must sell a tall tale of a dell and a florist named nel

I miss her, but im a fucking dumbass, i lost a perfect girl two days ago,

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row