This is a song about "Chris unger"

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

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Can't keep up, get your liters in order

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I got a friend named chris rent

Half your body laying on my chest

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

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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