This is a song about "Chris benoit"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

We vegetables, on them record labels

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

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

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

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