This is a song about "Christmas flood"

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Flood hot with steam 'n' whatnot.

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

Cause that christmas you know the whole pneumonia thing?

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Who can flood your thought with all the blood he mops

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

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