This is a song about "Chris prior"

As i light one for ill will

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

I go, in when i start putting words out

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

Prior to being a master liar, i was getting higher/

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

The irony, prior to the hurdles we leap,

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

Prior to his entire career being retired