This is a song about "Chris tuttle"

My name is chris, i'm a rapper, and caucasian,

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Best be prepared for the outlaws

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down

Dont throw a fit chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks