This is a song about "Caspian"

My name is chris, i'm a rapper, and caucasian,

Why i always gotta be discriminated around the nation,

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

I got ones, threes, all the sheez you wish your js were as fresh as these

While our ancestors moved mountains, blazed, and split the seas,