This is a song about "Chris byrd"

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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

I got a friend named chris rent

Life has put her to the test

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

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

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

He went from moving that corner

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner