This is a song about "Smiley chris"

I make you feel a good rush hour tucker in i get my chris on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Dont throw a fit chris, you ain't a crip bitch so don't miss this before it slips

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Got the gall to make chris piss in his draws

So i went down south but i ended up north

I’m a factor and your facial

Like that tragedy chris angel,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Hi my name is chris, i'm a weed thief,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Look at this girl her names miley we all used to call her smiley, now sutty is tossed around,