This is a song about "Chris mederios"

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.

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

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

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Everytime you come around

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

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

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

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