This is a song about "Chris chisolm"

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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

I'm why baby mommas leave

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

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Standin on a table

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

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

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

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

We dig the plot and never bury pot

My name is chris, i'm a rapper, and caucasian,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for