This is a song about "Chris stevens"

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Standin on a table

Hi my name is chris, i said fuck this drama,

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Or something that you paid for

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Candy evenings, with candy stevens