This is a song about "Chris moulder"

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on

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

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Make them more insecure when they caught one

My name is chris, i'm a rapper, and caucasian,

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

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

Felt like i'm free from all my sins when the service was over

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

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches