This is a song about "Chris christie"

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

Half your body laying on my chest

I got a friend named chris rent

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Like that tragedy chris angel,

As i light one for ill will

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

I'm why baby mommas leave

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

Hi my name is chris, welcome to my world, go fuck yourself.

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends