This is a song about "Chris horick"

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

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

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

I got a friend named chris rent

Hi my name is chris, i'm a weed thief,

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold