This is a song about "Christmas and presents"

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

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

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Daddy took my last money to buy presents for her, and i feel so screwed

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

It’s christmas morning, valerie’s performing holy night