This is a song about "King chris"

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

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

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I looked at him, told him sit down

You should be running

And it smells like burger king.

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

Dare ya, take out the king/

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

Acting like you real or something

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

As i light one for ill will

Like that tragedy chris angel,