This is a song about "Chris bosh"

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Lady at the frank stand will

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Come wit me you'll smoke around

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

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

And there's little to be glad for

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

So take the stage just show me what you got