This is a song about "Chris purnell"

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

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

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

As i light one for ill will

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I got a friend named chris rent

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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