This is a song about "Kris kardashian"

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

And smacked her so hard i knocked her clothes backwards like kris kross

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

With the ugly kardashian

You just tryin' to run game

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

I don't wanna hear about what kim kardashian did, and,

Amir thinks i do kardashian shit as my all nighter

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Kris humphries ain't nothing to fuck with

And i don't rely on no bitches

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Like this, be poppin' kris tha lyrical twist comin'

Flow is tight like kris to kross//

Huh, a metaphor of course