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

Little kids are at a loss

Alcohol and booty calls

Asking little kids if they can

Them niggas newbie bang

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I threw out all the gifts

Murder all your artists

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Little kids gonna remember me, like a catholic priest.

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

He's married to the game, like a fuck you for christmas

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die