This is a song about "Chris fortune"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

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

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

I say "stay", she wanna leave

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

My souls worth a fortune like it was shimmering gold

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I see all these rappers with the fortune and the fame

Come and see what i'm about, pull your hair you say my name