This is a song about "Chris horick"

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

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

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

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Don’t mean i ain't ‘posed to take you down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

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

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

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

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder