This is a song about "Chris hester"

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

Yeah because you know i #heat #it #up like it's chris bosh,

I got a friend named chris rent

Thought we’d be together ’till the end