This is a song about "Chris kyle"

You somewhere, getting your life in order

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

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

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

If ya'll don't know ya history ya'll should look a lil' closer

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

And all my childhood memories

I wouldn't drop that much on rick ross or chris rock

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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