This is a song about "Chris pual"

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Like that tragedy chris angel,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for