This is a song about "Christmas and presents"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I asked santa claus for coal, so guess who stole his presents.

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

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

Now you buying birthday presents

My nigga, its all love

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

Rub the wood and ima show em love

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

Randy rhino and laylow, aquí presents,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

The definition's like christmas

It haunts me every christmas eve

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave