This is a song about "Chris hadfield"

Dont throw a fit chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

My name is chris, i'm a rapper, and caucasian,

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

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

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

Intendent attend them, cool cause

I get my cake; i love hip hop

I wouldn't drop that much on rick ross or chris rock

Lady at the frank stand will

Like that tragedy chris angel,