This is a song about "Chris and his guitar"

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far

I can play binary search better than guitar

Here comes your part girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Like that tragedy chris angel,

I’m a factor and your facial

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

I got a friend named chris rent

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Watch it snap on his neck and laugh at his ass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow