This is a song about "Chris horick"

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

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

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

I got a friend named chris rent

Half your body laying on my chest

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won