This is a song about "Chris mozzarella"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

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

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Never wrong at any level

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

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

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

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