This is a song about "Nigga bitches nd chris brown and tyga and selena gomez and sam smith"

Nerds are testing, hit 'em when i switch to smith and wesson,

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

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

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

And bitches wonder why i rap like a cruel nigga

My fists are weapons, don't need the smith and wesson,

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Taught a lesson with a smith and wesson you're crying for protection

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town