This is a song about "Chris h"

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

I'm a g; like the letter before h

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

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

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

Cause my thing something vicious

I got a friend named chris rent

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

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

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

I got a friend named chris rent

Carol city or was it the west