This is a song about "Chris joslin"

He been waiting for his connection to come

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

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Do like a toaster put your bread down

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

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

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won