This is a song about "Chris mahon"

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Standin on a table

No reason to be around

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

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

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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