This is a song about "Christmas day"

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

I coordinate, my rhymes shine like an ornament. sorry it ain't christmas,

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

Got tired of running from the police

It haunts me every christmas eve

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

You diss me yet my ep is listed on your wishlist for christmas,

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

And panned out, i'm all in love

Bitch these ain't christmas carols