This is a song about "Chris h"

Not me, i bet you remember the night

If she acting wrong , young h give her act right

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Nah-ha dis is b enough, h-h-had it too tough

I'm a g; like the letter before h

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I got a friend named chris rent

Beach on the weekend

See, i like the person that you are

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop