This is a song about "Badger melon"

You're rap is cold like a freezing winter

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

He's married to the game, like a fuck you for christmas

Bitch these ain't christmas carols

She can make a pimp fall in love

Cause i'm sitting here sipping on guinness

The definition's like christmas

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Yellow matter custard, green slop pie, all mixed together with a dead dog’s eye.

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

The white boy dissing you till the peel breaks of the snake

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake