This is a song about "A lonely christmas"

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

The kid circles lonely in a dark cold cage.

I grab the mic, rappin' tighter than a christmas present,

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

It's like have fun or get a shit grade, or get grades and live a lonely life

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Before i met you, i was a lonely book

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

And if you're ever feeling lonely were afraid take a look inside your heart

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Curse or blessing? rapping tighter than a christmas present,

Santa won't even give you coal for a fucking christmas present

Found this spot in pasadena and shack with her, an investment