This is a song about "Chris your slo moist"

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

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Hi my name is chris, welcome to my world, go fuck yourself.

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

It was the best as there was no teeth that i met, just the moist and warmth from her heat

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

My name is chris, i'm a rapper, and caucasian,

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Like that tragedy chris angel,