This is a song about "Chris h"

Lots of these rappers did mothers, didn't they have h. i. v?

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

While half my mental belongs in a cage

I'm a g; like the letter before h

Now momma told me be careful who you love

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

I got a friend named chris rent

Carol city or was it the west

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

If she acting wrong , young h give her act right

You see i promised that i'd never change

Gonna be up high, no vitamin h

Get that h-i cus c simeon got risin stock/

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop