This is a song about "Chris webby"

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

And i know - there'll never be peace

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

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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/

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I got a friend named chris rent

Half your body laying on my chest

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones