This is a song about "Chris bosh"

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

Bosh better pick up his purse or his feet / if he doesn't want worse than defeat

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

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

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

As i light one for ill will

Like that tragedy chris angel,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

I wouldn't drop that much on rick ross or chris rock

Hi my name is chris, i said fuck this drama,

I try to tell them i'm one of the