This is a song about "Christmas eve"

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Check my letter i got christmas money,

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Or something that you paid for

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

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

But you hate them navel kisses

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

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

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