This is a song about "Christmas diss track"

Like a racer in the track

Snapple fact: you rather wack

You aint back on track,your murdered on a track

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Sneak up on attack

Just wait til the next track

Rapping so fast/smacking this track

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Bitch these ain't christmas carols

Let's have a toast for this new love

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Bout to snap like i own this track, watch this diss overlap pass yo own crap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that