This is a song about "Chris castaldo"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

Yeah because you know i #heat #it #up like it's chris bosh,

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

I got a friend named chris rent

Beach on the weekend

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

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

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

As long as we're cooperating with god