This is a song about "Chris dunne"

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Never wrong at any level

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss