This is a song about "Chris chisolm"

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

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

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

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

She can only take so much more than her heart got

I got a friend named chris rent

Carol city or was it the west

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

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

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

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

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