This is a song about "Chris morgan"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I got a friend named chris rent

Prolly on water, they all on water

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

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

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

Smokin’ indoi roll my window down

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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