This is a song about "Chris pual"

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

Hi my name is chris, i'm a weed thief,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

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

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

Lady at the frank stand will

Like that tragedy chris angel,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I got a friend named chris rent