This is a song about "Chris christie"

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

This hoodrats think they're bad , when their names chris

As i light one for ill will

Like that tragedy chris angel,

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for