This is a song about "Chris venness"

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

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

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

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Standin on a table

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

We vegetables, on them record labels

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

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

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