This is a song about "Chris leitmeyer"

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

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

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I’m a factor and your facial

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around