This is a song about "Chris keffer"

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

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

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

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

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

And then along came the wrong man for her

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Dont throw a fit chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips