This is a song about "Chris roberts"

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

Tina perm your fucking weave

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

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

I know a little betty from downtown

I got a friend named chris rent

Beach on the weekend

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around