This is a song about "Chris dunne"

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Life has put her to the test

I got a friend named chris rent

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

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

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

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

Like being garbage some type of disease