This is a song about "Christmas in haiti"

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Slapped together, rappers wrapped up, christmas presents,

Cause i'm sitting here sipping on guinness

The definition's like christmas

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

My nigga, its all love

Bitch these ain't christmas carols

I coordinate, my rhymes shine like an ornament. sorry it ain't christmas,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Till i murder your verse and wrap your body up like it's christmas!