This is a song about "Chris brow"

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on

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

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

You is not hip then i can not coach her

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

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

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

I got a friend named chris rent

Is that sweat coming of your brow, think you can play with the guns click clack blow

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Just say he's the best

I got a friend named chris rent