This is a song about "Chris horick"

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

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

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Hi my name is chris, i said fuck this drama,

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Hi my name is chris, welcome to my world, go fuck yourself.

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

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

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I got a friend named chris rent

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

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful