This is a song about "Chris sucks"

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

This is what - your style? yeah, well it sucks

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Rhyming way too much, god this rap sucks

Shout out my nigga miles

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

That's why it sucks so bad

That moschino shit is so back

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.

Huh, a metaphor of course

Your flow sucks like plastic straws