This is a song about "Christmas in texas"

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Together all the timethought it was true love

She was new to the school i think she moved from texas

Here i go again, falling in love

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

Who spits prattle crap and says he's texas chainsaw scary

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

It haunts me every christmas eve

And all my childhood memories

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

Jigsaw isn't here or leatherface in texas chainsaw