This is a song about "Chris dumb"

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Riding around with ms. reece and them

"you don't need a shrink, son, their ways are dumb".

I got a friend named chris rent

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

I know a little betty from downtown

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

But she'll just call me dumb

Bet i get like 8 of them

But far from dumb nigga,

Yeah, one time for the