This is a song about "Chris s sister emily"

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Standin on a table

Your last man was semi pro

Emily, fam, and lorenzo

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

So don't worry about me fuckin' your sister,

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

I got a friend named chris rent

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

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

I won't mourn when i assassinate and twist barb #wire around your sister/

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Promise if you hold me down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown