This is a song about "Chris h"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

I'm a g; like the letter before h

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

Is the one that kept you happy and fed... h

Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Not #h or a #king but ill #hit a #pedigree

I got a friend named chris rent

Half your body laying on my chest