This is a song about "Banta clause"

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

And another in the sentence that bears "word",

Said "why you acting pure as nixon?", she said "you had no permission

All this hatred is one big collision, im in my own division, my mission,

De la soul is from the soul

18 year sentence with no parole

Bitch, i can tear you in half, called division

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

You didn't demolish shit i'm the president with the sentence