This is a song about "Chris is a poofter"

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

I looked at him, told him sit down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Whole midwest, detroit, nap town, st. louis

This hoodrats think they're bad , when their names chris

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

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

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

Got tired of running from the police

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

I got a friend named chris rent

Might as well get it off yo’ chest