This is a song about "Chris reed"

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on

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

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

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

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

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I looked at him, told him sit down

Dont throw a fit chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks