This is a song about "Chris boardman"

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

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I got a friend named chris rent

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws