This is a song about "Chris keffer"

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Then push the milk on a slow bend

I got a friend named chris rent

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

They go major, the flow is no longer

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

As i light one for ill will

Like that tragedy chris angel,

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

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