This is a song about "Chris being gay"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

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

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

As long as we're cooperating with god

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

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

The only time i flirt with her

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Lady at the frank stand will

Like that tragedy chris angel,

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

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown