This is a song about "Christmas and love"

It’s official, she my misses

The definition's like christmas

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Well baby bot there ain't no question

And is ready for love section

And it was late december, couple days, and merry christmas,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

And i know love me baby

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/

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And i know love me baby