This is a song about "Chris and his guitar"

I got a friend named chris rent

Beach on the weekend

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

I can play binary search better than guitar

Lady at the frank stand will

Like that tragedy chris angel,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Watch it snap on his neck and laugh at his ass

All my other people that dance around

Then you say your sorry like chris brown