This is a song about "Chris macias"

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Callin' all cars, there's another man down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold