This is a song about "Chris sucks"

Huh, a metaphor of course

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

This hoodrats think they're bad , when their names chris

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

I wouldn't drop that much on rick ross or chris rock

Prolly on water, they all on water

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

With a succubus who don't bust, she simply sucks,

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

For all you that say my grammar sucks

The day has come, dipset remains the ones