This is a song about "Christmas flood"

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Ya’ll gonna suffer flood if i spit on my palm

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

But you hate them navel kisses

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

It haunts me every christmas eve

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

You know i am not gon stop

Flood hot with steam 'n' whatnot.

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Till i murder your verse and wrap your body up like it's christmas!