This is a song about "Zach morris"

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

They reign when it comes to charades, the truths not in morse code!

Lucky seven probably poppa

Hi my name is chris, i said fuck this drama,

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I don't want no fucking crown

This hoodrats think they're bad , when their names chris

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this