This is a song about "Chris is fly"

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

To imply your rhymes are fly is a pathological lie

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

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

Lucky seven probably poppa

So fly on this fire like the sky is the limit

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Like that tragedy chris angel,

I’m a factor and your facial

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

My bitch hustle hard and hold a nigga down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown