This is a song about "Chris tucker"

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

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

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Hi my name is chris, i'm a weed thief,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

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

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful