This is a song about "Chris morgan"

I get my cake; i love hip hop

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

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

Serving haters shots i'm a bartender no morgan i'm

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

It ain't gon' be no back and forth