This is a song about "Chris joslin"

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

Hi my name is chris, welcome to my world, go fuck yourself.

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

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

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around