This is a song about "Chris drum"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Yeah because you know i #heat #it #up like it's chris bosh,

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

Ship, didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

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

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

You're forced to rewrite every line hit, pause, drum snare or rhymes spit

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

Then you say your sorry like chris brown