This is a song about "Chris dunne"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Hi my name is chris, welcome to my world, go fuck yourself.

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I pray you send an angel down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

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

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Standin on a table