This is a song about "Chris basham"

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Dont throw a fit chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Hi my name is chris, welcome to my world, go fuck yourself.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Hi my name is chris, i'm a weed thief,

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

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

He won't sit down, given the crown