This is a song about "Christmas"

The definition's like christmas

But it's still cool just to dream man because

It haunts me every christmas eve

We can make more, make babies

And i'm one short of christmas, hoho

She probably had a reason though

Check my letter i got christmas money,

From curb surfingwe working the industry

Cause that christmas you know the whole pneumonia thing?

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

I'm lyrically gifted, shit it isn't even christmas,

It’s official, she my misses

Present a present like christmas

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was