This is a song about "Christmas in tantra"

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Check my letter i got christmas money,

Shout out my nigga miles

Bitch these ain't christmas carols

Present a present like christmas

Don’t you be holding back, your love

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

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

The definition's like christmas

Cause my thing something vicious

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

Just wait for next muhfuckin christmas, i'll be swearin to god

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not