This is a song about "Chris white"

Half your body laying on my chest

I got a friend named chris rent

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

Best be prepared for the outlaws

Standin on a table

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

All prada, flow is all water

Magic city tipping them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

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