This is a song about "Chris is bad at life"

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

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

My garage full of cars that bounce

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

I write about times in my life when shit goes bad

Life is a pyramid, and we are trapped at the bottom

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

My name is chris, i'm a rapper, and caucasian,

Who's next to release? we guillotine them