This is a song about "Chris evans"

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

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

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

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours