This is a song about "Chris collins"

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

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

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Hi my name is chris, i said fuck this drama,

I can always depend on my mama