This is a song about "Chris and his guitar"

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

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

And he, what's his name, earl

You're sayin' that's your girl

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

It's his highness and the finest

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

And ur never on his level

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

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

Or any type of suitable living condition listen