This is a song about "Christmas eve"

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

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Like adam and eve from god's path you're lost

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

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