This is a song about "Jon douglas geathers"

I got a friend named chris rent

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

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

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

So to wrap things, you douglas never did give me a break

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

In a hall i, hear groans and whispers muttering things more obscure,

Dont throw a fit chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

So i can understand police victims

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts