This is a song about "Chris kyle"

L o u d air i breathe

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

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

I got a friend named chris rent

Hold my tears i tried my best

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

I pray you send an angel down