This is a song about "Gay chris"

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Do like a toaster put your bread down

I wouldn't drop that much on rick ross or chris rock

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

Little gay lookin' boy

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

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

I’m a factor and your facial

Like that tragedy chris angel,