This is a song about "Chris basham"

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

I got a friend named chris rent

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

They go major, the flow is no longer

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

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

I got a friend named chris rent

Life has put her to the test

We dig the plot and never bury pot

I wouldn't drop that much on rick ross or chris rock

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud