This is a song about "Chris blood clot"

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

Well man i do the yacht

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Let him rot, trod on his yacht that's the plot give him a fucking blood clot

In the sun cause i don’t tan, i burn, blood clot

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

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

I looked at him, told him sit down

My name is chris, i'm a rapper, and caucasian,

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

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

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks