This is a song about "Chris stinger"

I got a friend named chris rent

Just say he's the best

Ya kinda cute baby are you new in town

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

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

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

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

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

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course