This is a song about "Max chris"

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Trying to get max strength

I like rollin' with friends