This is a song about "Chris stevens"

Half your body laying on my chest

I got a friend named chris rent

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

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

But we speaking to heathens and all these even stevens who don't need a reason

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

You somewhere, getting your life in order

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

My bitch hustle hard and hold a nigga down

Ima let her be by herself in peace

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