This is a song about "Chris your a bitch"

Intxicated rebellion gonna bust a bottle over your head bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

If you aint down for your niggas, then you a real bitch.

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Play your card right and won't die a fake bitch.

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

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

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Your mum is a bitch your dad's a maggot

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

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

Chorus: kick you in the jaw cause your a bitch for sure/

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure