This is a song about "Christmas flood"

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

June to september was the period of the flood

And it was late december, couple days, and merry christmas,

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

But i guess that shit's just tough love

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

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

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

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

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

Flood hot with steam 'n' whatnot.

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Who can flood your thought with all the blood he mops