This is a song about "Gay chris"

Because what you spit is gay,

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Tell your girls, to come join our table

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

22350 nigga on the block, kill him hands down

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Well i'm fruit punch concentrate and they water

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

No days off and that's even on a snow day