This is a song about "Chris cob"

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

While he lobs corn on the cob up into his fat fuckin' gob

If you believe then you can achieve

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

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

I might even stick my tongue out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around