This is a song about "Chris benoit"

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

We can make more, make babies

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I got a friend named chris rent

Standin on a table

Like that tragedy chris angel,

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

Whole midwest, detroit, nap town, st. louis

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Yeah because you know i #heat #it #up like it's chris bosh,

Ridin' through my city car black can't see out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around