This is a song about "Christmas flood"

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

It haunts me every christmas eve

Tina perm your fucking weave

And then the cia come and they flood the streets with crack,

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

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

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

All we need is convienient love

The definition's like christmas