This is a song about "Chris the rat"

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

See, you're my best friend

I got a friend named chris rent

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

We just slapped the ugly rat.

The crown ruler is back

But i'm backed up into a corner like a rat/

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that