This is a song about "Chris leitmeyer"

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Never wrong at any level

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Listen to every word that i slur

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

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

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

This hoodrats think they're bad , when their names chris

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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