This is a song about "He calls his self chris"

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Closing his eyes he can feel her in his heart,

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

He lost his tact so he backed and the mirror he smacked,

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Pussy bitch he wouldn't do nothing while his on his own

He sad but he keep the smile on his face

Driving my car to a foreign place

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

Don't give a fuck, litter life

Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

With all that power, he calls everyone a coward