This is a song about "Christmas eve"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Check my letter i got christmas money,

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

I guess santa knew what i wanted that 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

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Cause that christmas you know the whole pneumonia thing?

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

It’s christmas morning, valerie’s performing holy night

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

If we make it, its the greed, fames the apple and we eve