This is a song about "Gay chris"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

I got a friend named chris rent

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

I make forty-some dollars a day

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Little gay lookin' boy

Then some lady named billie holiday

Yeah you can call that nigga gay