This is a song about "Chris and his guitar"

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

I want to fight the music on this one

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow

And yes, his left wrist represents the way that his day go

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

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches