This is a song about "Max chris"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I got a friend named chris rent

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

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

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Illustrated my lyrics are ill and that gets you frustrated so welcome max version

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

My name is chris, i'm a rapper, and caucasian,

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Through the microphone, max alone, hold the throne, slam ya,

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra