This is a song about "Chris a"

Five shots she ready to leave

Hi my name is chris, i'm a weed thief,

So i can understand police victims

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Now hey little mama

A store that dosen't get a

And i can't help but stare, cause

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

This hoodrats think they're bad , when their names chris

Hi my name is chris, i said fuck this drama,

I try to tell them i'm one of the