This is a song about "Chris maxwell"

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

Hi my name is chris, welcome to my world, go fuck yourself.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

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

Never wrong at any level

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Tina perm your fucking weave

Hi my name is chris, i'm a weed thief,

It's like a black hole, whole fucking abyss

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

Yeah because you know i #heat #it #up like it's chris bosh,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box