This is a song about "Creeds chris"

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

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

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

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

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down