This is a song about "Christmas carols"

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

And i need you to show me love

Bitch these ain't christmas carols

Haven't seen someone this desperate since a christmas choir/

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

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

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

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

But in the meantime it's lights please

It haunts me every christmas eve

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you