This is a song about "Chris neibert"

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Like that tragedy chris angel,

As i light one for ill will

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I got a friend named chris rent

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

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

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

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

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