This is a song about "Christmas in haiti"

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

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

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

After this rappad shit ill be producin, its christmas in a day so ill go easy for the season,

It haunts me every christmas eve

I'm everything that they call nice

It haunts me every christmas eve

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Cause that christmas you know the whole pneumonia thing?

This is just an indication that we still working

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Check my letter i got christmas money,