This is a song about "Chris conner"

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

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

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

I know a little betty from downtown

Like that tragedy chris angel,

As i light one for ill will

Dre, pick 'em ,ah, pick'em, ill shut them all down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Dont throw a fit chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience