This is a song about "Chris and his guitar"

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

I'm mental, it's instrumental

And ur never on his level

Singing my life with his words

And thank doom for his herbs/

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

It's his highness and the finest

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Bitch put the fuckin mic down go play a guitar

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Cause you got your dream too, whether it be in a race car or playing guitar/