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

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

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

To his faith, he said goodbye

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

He goes into his room because that's his cocoon

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

Who can save my life

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Closing his eyes he can feel her in his heart,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?