This is a song about "Christmas gifts to little kids"

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Hey yo i once was a kid with the other little kids

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Nothing to give, we got single parents, ain't lovin' the kids,

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

You know i want a piece of that pie

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

Why are the little kids having little kids

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Bitch i'll sift your shit and swiftly switch, i'm torturing little kids,

I threw out all the gifts

Murder all your artists

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Kids growing up to be little pricks