This is a song about "Chris being gay"

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Because what you spit is gay,

But i ain't get to see you today

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

I got a friend named chris rent

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Dre, pick 'em ,ah, pick'em, ill shut them all down

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

She do everything i say