This is a song about "Chris is a fatass"

We can make more, make babies

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

With no garden i know hoes that pump water

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

That was just the beginning it's not over

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

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

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

Double mg shit, i put the set down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across