This is a song about "Cris the crispy cock"

Fuck life, i’ll cock the gun and pop it, blowing my brains,

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Out makin' product move, cock and shoot, the most,

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

The door to the world, and the box to my cock

Motivation from nipsey or glasses, jay rock

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

I know my lyrics suck more cock, then the average hoe on the block,

Gunning for the top, cock back reload

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

And tie the knot have a wank and ride my cock

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Bitch is crispy, i'm overcooking

And this will be the song that we sing