This is a song about "Chris macias"

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Standin on a table

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

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I got a friend named chris rent

Beach on the weekend