This is a song about "Christmas kisses"

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I always wake up to kisses,

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter

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

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

It haunts me every christmas eve

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Good kids make bad grown ups

Bitch these ain't christmas carols

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

These witches churned, yearned and returned kisses.

That'll do anything that i please

It haunts me every christmas eve