This is a song about "Christmas flood"

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

But it's still cool just to dream man because

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

June to september was the period of the flood

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

The definition's like christmas

Release the latch and let it flood

That shit was wack as fuck

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,