This is a song about "Chris vrown"

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Hi my name is chris, i said fuck this drama,

If ya'll don't know ya history ya'll should look a lil' closer

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

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

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

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

As long as we're cooperating with god

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