This is a song about "Chris and his guitar"

Watch it snap on his neck and laugh at his ass

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

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

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

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

And he, what's his name, earl

Here comes your part girl