This is a song about "Christmas"

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Ripping ya tendons and using the bitches to wrap ya body up like a gift for christmas/

Till i murder your verse and wrap your body up like it's christmas!

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Just wait for next muhfuckin christmas, i'll be swearin to god

From where gorillas territorial for inches

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

Present a present like christmas

The way she walks and causes a fuss

She need now, she ain't never needed love

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

Ima let her be by herself in peace

It haunts me every christmas eve

Bitch these ain't christmas carols

But i guess that shit's just tough love