This is a song about "Chris byrd"

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

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

I got a friend named chris rent