This is a song about "Chris fortune"

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

My name is timb aka thomas crown

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

I see all these rappers with the fortune and the fame

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

And corners, suddenly started to see fame and fortune,

But it was africa the continent we all came from

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz