This is a song about "Chris and his guitar"

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Like that tragedy chris angel,

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

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

And he, what's his name, earl

You're sayin' that's your girl

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

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

Bitch put the fuckin mic down go play a guitar

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band